Chapter 433: Your Ancestor? Oh, Mino, that little.

White's well-maintained face, which is very easy to confuse age, and has always been calm, rarely shows a trace of panic.

And all of this comes from a little girl wearing a simple European-style aristocratic dress.

In fact, with White's current status, as the patriarch of the eight major families with a long history.

Even in the face of a martial artist like Zhang Beixing, who has a strong reputation and strength, although White has to make a somewhat flattering gesture, he probably has an estimate in his heart.

In any case, things are not too much out of his control.

But the little girl in front of her is different, strictly speaking, she is a little girl carved in pink, and her height is only as high as her chest, but an inexplicable look can make her afraid.

That kind of fear that comes from instinct, but what makes White the most troublesome is that this little girl was brought back by Zhang Beixing.

The short period of time was not enough for White to find out the identity of this little girl, and the most damned thing was the arrogant attitude of this little girl, as if a sentence would trample all the past glory of their Alba family under their feet.

This made White, the head of the family, very uncomfortable, but because of Zhang Beixing's face, White had to suppress his anger again.

"I'm the head of the house, Alba White."

When he spoke, White rarely added a prefix in front of his name, and he was extremely heavy, as if he wanted to let the little girl in front of him know what kind of glory the name Alba represented, and in this land, no one is allowed to ignore the three words Alba.

Hearing White's words, the little girl also very keenly grasped the key points of White's words, but the result was not as White expected, hearing Alba's name, the little girl showed a cautious and even fearful expression.

However, after hearing Alba's words, this little girl's expression was indeed not as contemptuous as before, but a little more serious, and her eyes looked White up and down.

Although this result was not the best result that White expected, this little girl was brought back by Zhang Beixing after all, so it was barely acceptable to White's heart.

White also deliberately straightened his already broad chest, the badge representing the family on his chest flickered like this, and then the lights became more eye-catching, as if this was more in line with the identity of the head of the family.

The little girl looked at the special badge on White's chest that glittered with blue and mixed with gold, and there was a hint of depth in her blue eyes that was extremely inconsistent with her appearance.

There is nostalgia and a little indescribable emotion.

"Alba?"

"It seems that Mino's little guy, the foundation that he worked hard with three copper plates at the beginning has cheapened you descendants of later generations."

The little girl seemed to sigh with a slight sigh of emotion, and her eyes re-examined the magnificent, but not delicate manor because of its size.

In his eyes, he no longer looked picky and disgusted.

The little girl's inexplicable emotion made White a little incomprehensible for a while.

Minister Zhang: Where did this get a neuropathy back?

Really, these people who climbed up from ordinary people are not picky eaters, as long as they look good and are mentally ill, they don't dislike it.

Also Mino......

Thinking of this, White's thoughts instantly froze.

Mino?!

These two words were like a hammer, instantly cracking through the memories that White had almost never used.

The heroic figure that hung at the entrance of the palace, at the top of the mouth in the middle of the staircase.

The man who single-handedly laid the foundation of the Alba family and made the three words of Alba shine in Europe from then on.

Alba, Mino!

With this association, White's expression obviously changed that was difficult to suppress.

His ancestor had passed away more than a hundred years ago, and a family like theirs valued their privacy the most, and ordinary people had little chance to know their true family history, how could this name come out of this little girl's mouth so easily?

And the tone doesn't even feel like talking about an old friend, it's more like talking about a child.

Do they know?

No way!

White shook his head repeatedly, even laughing at the ridiculous idea that had just popped up with him.

The little girl in front of her is no more than a teenager at most.

When she was born, she was afraid that her youngest son would be able to play football in the yard.

How is it possible to know your ancestors who died more than a hundred years ago?

The only explanation is that the little girl came to Alba Manor with a premeditation.

Through some means that I don't know what, I took Zhang Beixing, and then investigated the details of the Alba family, so as to build some relationships.

Although White couldn't guess the true purpose of this little girl, it didn't matter, anyway, a huge family like Alba, as long as it could be touched a little, it would represent a steady stream of interests.

Over the years, I have seen many people who want to fly on the branches and become phoenixes, and this little girl's means are the most clumsy, and she actually thought of his ancestors.

Thinking of this, White's face was visibly difficult to look at with the naked eye, and he didn't intend to hide the anger that could barely be suppressed.

However, White still set his eyes on Zhang Beixing who was standing on the side first, with a deep frown, coupled with a tense face, and a stormy posture.

"Minister Zhang, this friend of yours, is making fun of our ancestors like this."

"Is this ......?"

White's words were still quite polite, and they were the gentlest words he could say so far.

Regardless of whether Zhang Beixing is a mud leg who climbed up from the poor, but now it is beyond the reach of the eight major families.

So even though he was extremely angry, White still cared about Zhang Beixing's strength and didn't dare to offend.

Zhang Beixing, who was standing on the side, holding his arms all the time, with an attitude of watching a play, heard White's words.

Glancing at the little vampire girl, she looked fearless, even ignoring White.

The idea of watching the drama in my heart became even stronger.

Zhang Beixing didn't know just now that the little girl was talking about the ancestor of the Alba family, but looking at White's appearance at this time, coupled with the constipated look, Zhang Beixing instantly understood the taste.

Obviously, this vampire who has lived for more than two hundred years and knows the ancestors of the Alba family before.

I didn't expect to see such gossip on a trip abroad.

How could Zhang Beixing stop it, a thought of watching a play was written on his face, and he was even eager to try to arch a fire.

"White, you seem to have misunderstood."

"We're not friends, we just happened to bump into each other tonight and come back together."

Hearing Zhang Beixing's words, the little girl was stunned suddenly, and the corners of her mouth twitched twice invisibly.

Then he bit the pair of little tiger teeth hatefully and glared at this northbound fiercely.

Although on closer thought, the two of them met for the first time tonight, and they were really not friends.

But in the past, the little girl thought that she was very popular everywhere she went, regardless of her identity or appearance.

How many people rush to have a little relationship with her, most of them will be avoided by her disgust, and some even have to use a little force to solve it.

But like Zhang Beixing, who rushed to get rid of his relationship with himself, the little girl was still unprecedented, and it was the first time she saw her.

And White, on his side, was also stunned when he heard Zhang Beixing's words.

Not a friend?

White looked at the little girl in front of him who was full of nonsense, and was staring at Zhang Beixing with hatred.

At this time, White already had a guess in his heart, and it seemed that things were slightly different from what he thought.

Zhang Beixing's friendship with this little girl, although it can't be said that there is none, but it is definitely not deep, otherwise he would not say such a thing in front of himself.

In this way, as long as he doesn't do too much, Zhang Beixing should not have any bad impression of himself.

Thinking of this, White was reassured.

The pent-up anger in his eyes burned again.

White, with his head raised, looked at the little girl in front of him from a condescending perspective.

At the same time, the tone is cold.

"I thought you were a friend of Minister Zhang just now, give you a little thin noodles, I didn't expect you to be so unreasonable, you actually dared to humiliate my ancestors, look at your dress, it shouldn't be from an ordinary family, you'd better report your name immediately, I will notify your family behind you to come to Alba Manor to apologize in person, and then take you away, if I have to investigate, the consequences will not be as simple as now."

At this time, White took it for granted that this kind of girl who came to his manor to be abducted must be from a small family that did not know the scriptures.

It's not even a branch of the family that is attached to it.

The little girl was still gritting her teeth, staring at Zhang Beixing hatefully, and when she heard White's words, she instantly turned her head and stared at White.

The expression on his face changed very naturally to that indifferent look, as if it was a bit of a waste to give White an extra expression.

Then the little girl spit out a faint sentence.

"Dracula, Elena."

Originally, White was very unhappy when he saw the little girl's indifferent expression.

It's like a billionaire facing a poor homeless man, and there are 10,000 ways to win easily.

But he was told that he could only use hand-to-hand combat to duel in a low-level way, so that his abilities could not be brought into play.

White still secretly thought in his heart that he would know the surname of this little girl and find out her family after a while.

Be sure to teach this impudent family a deep enough lesson.

Deeply let them always remember the three words Alba.

White's fantasy was then interrupted by the little girl's cold moment.

White searched his mind for the word Dracula.

What kind of surname is this?

I feel like I've heard it somewhere, but there is no such surname in a famous family.

Not to mention the eight major families, even some small families that White can call famous, it seems that they have never heard of it.

Is it just an ordinary person?

Soon this suspicion was overturned by White himself.

Because White always felt like he had heard of this surname somewhere at this time.

And it's a special, real feeling.

If it's just an ordinary person, it definitely won't feel like this.

So at this time, White meditated.

Where is it?

Just when White racked his brains and couldn't figure out where he had heard of the surname Dracula.

Dracula Elena also saw White's confusion from White's slightly frowning brow and the stunned look in his eyes as he pondered.

Elena's bright red lips seemed to be smeared with blood-colored lipstick, and she slightly hooked a corner, and snorted coldly with disdain.

"Mino's little cub should have watched him starve to death on the side of the street."

Elena's contemptuous words were like a slap in White's haughty face.

White glared at him instantly, he didn't expect this Elena to become even worse.

He said such humiliating words to his ancestors in a grand manner.

White was going to call someone right now, and he was going to teach the little girl a lesson first.

But before he could turn around, the little girl's contemptuous words just now struck him again like a hammer.

White suddenly remembered that his ancestor, in addition to leaving a huge family property.

It seems that he also left behind a diary similar to an autobiography.

It writes a lot of life principles summarized by the ancestors themselves, and some memorable stories of his life.

Although there is a part of life that is reasonable, it seems that many of them are outdated now.

But such a book has a unique commemorative significance for the Alba family.

Therefore, after each head of the family takes office, he will carefully read this note with the attitude of reading famous books.

White was no exception, even though that was many years ago.

But White still vaguely remembered.

Mino's ancestors wrote about a time when he once had nothing and even had a problem eating every day.

Because of his amazing arithmetic talent, he was appreciated by the top nobles at the time and got a chance to do business.

And it was with this opportunity that Mino's ancestors emerged, overcoming obstacles along the way and creating a huge family business.

If White is not mistaken, the last name of the top nobleman recorded in the note is Dracula.

Thinking of this, White's pupils shrank slightly, if the matter of the Minoan ancestor can still be known from some secret channels.

But how could anyone know about the relationship between the surname Dracula and the ancestors of Mino?

The successive heads of the family can only inherit after their deaths.

So it's no exaggeration to say that only White himself should know about this in this world.

White looked at Elena in disbelief.

"No, it can't be."

"How did you know about this?"

"It can't be."

Elena chuckled when she saw White's panicked face.

"I thought that Mino, a little cub, really didn't mention anything to future generations."

"It seems that he still has a bit of a conscience."

(End of chapter)